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Originally posted by AnonyWarp
A masked man
The night is soft like cat fur,he is walkin, wearing a smile on his face, his eyes full of tears,holding a bouquet of roses in his hands.
His lips forming a simple smile saying "forgive me".
His eyes ,devoid of light ,watching the empty streets.
He walk, holding his bouquet, like somes could hold a diamond, preciously.
He is chasing his memory,haunting a house full of ghosts, where only one is missing.
He is not really here anymore, but you saw him wandering the streets,you saw him,vanishing when the sun rise.
You saw him,sitting in the park,his hands covering his face, crying bitter tears.
You saw him , but he cant see you.
Originally posted by natalia
People always say time will heal your pain, but I call bull. As time goes on my pain has gotten worse.
Originally posted by SLAYER69
Originally posted by natalia
People always say time will heal your pain, but I call bull. As time goes on my pain has gotten worse.
Oh, I carried the torch for my high school sweetheart for years. Every time I'd remember her it would make my heart ache. So, many years later [13 to be exact] we hooked up. We had a blast for about a week and I found out she also carried a torch for me all those years. We made a real mess of our lives afterwards though. Too many private details to go into but the long and the short of it is now we are just good friends.
When I think back about those times that used to make my heart ache now I get a much warmer feeling of closure and closeness because we are in contact and share in the joys of each others families, friends and new loves.
Good friends are hard to come by.
Originally posted by TheDoctor46
Real sorry for your loss. I have a habit of loosing everything i ever loved. Im sure im cursed. But the good fight has to carry on. We all have to keep marching up that hill of hope. May you march well my friend